Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 36- World is Cruel

Hana’s grip on the shopping bag tightened until her knuckles went white.

This had to be a joke. So kind of cruel prank. Things like this didn’t happen to won like her.

"That’s..." Her voice trembled. "That’s too generous. I can’t possibly—there has to be sothing else you want—"

"There isn’t."

"But I’m—I’m nobody. Just a... just a housewife with debt. Why would you—"

"Can you pay them back yourself?" Raven asked bluntly, cutting through her spiral.

The question hit like a physical blow.

Hana’s lips trembled. Her eyes dropped to the ground.

"I... I do small jobs," she said quietly, sha coloring every word. "Cleaning houses in the neighborhood. A few families hire for a few hours here and there. It’s not much, but if I save carefully, if I’m frugal, maybe in a few years—"

"How much do you owe?"

She hesitated, her throat working as she swallowed hard.

"Eighty thousand koruna," she whispered.

Raven did the ntal math instantly. About three thousand euros. For soone doing occasional odd jobs as a maid, making maybe two hundred koruna an hour if she was lucky?

That would take her ’years’.

Years of dodging those thugs. Years of "negotiations" that would inevitably turn physical. Years of slowly losing pieces of herself—her dignity, her body, her ’soul’—until there was nothing left but an empty husk going through the motions.

"You’ll never pay it off," Raven said flatly, his voice devoid of judgnt but brutally honest. "Not with odd jobs. Not before they decide to collect in... other ways."

Hana flinched like he’d struck her, fresh tears welling up in her eyes.

"I ’know’ that," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I know I’m... I’m just delaying the inevitable. But I don’t have a choice. I don’t have any other options."

"You do now."

"I don’t even ’know’ you!" Her voice rose suddenly, desperation bleeding through. "You’re so ’young’—you can’t possibly have that kind of money. And even if you do, why would you—there has to be a catch. There’s always a catch."

"The catch," Raven said calmly, "is that I want you to work for ..."

"But—"

"You don’t trust . I get that." Raven’s gaze flicked past her toward the two thugs still groaning on the ground several ters away. "But those n? They’ll be back. Tomorrow, or the day after, or next week. And next ti, they won’t ask politely."

He took a step closer, his voice dropping lower.

"They’ll corner you in so alley where nobody can hear you scream. They’ll rip your clothes off and take turns with you while you beg them to stop. And when they’re done—when you’re lying there used and broken—they’ll ’still’ demand their money."

Hana’s breath hitched, her face going pale.

Because she knew he was right.

She’d seen it happen to other won in the neighborhood. Won who thought they could negotiate, who thought their tears would buy them rcy.

The loan sharks didn’t have rcy.

Her eyes drifted past Raven toward the two n still writhing on the ground. She could see their faces—leering, hungry, ’predatory’. The way they’d looked at her body like she was at on a hook.

The way they’d touched her.

Then she looked back at Raven.

Young. So impossibly ’young’. But handso in a way that made her heart stutter—sharp jawline, dark eyes that seed to see right through her, that lean, powerful build that had just put two grown n on the ground without breaking a sweat.

He looked like so movie star who’d wandered off set and into her miserable life by accident.

And there was ’heat’ in her belly when she looked at him. Unfamiliar. Confusing. ’Wrong’.

She was married. She shouldn’t be feeling... whatever this was.

Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and shaful.

"Maybe..." Her voice cracked. "Maybe it’s just my fate."

Raven’s eyebrow raised slightly. "Your fate?"

"To be used." The words tasted bitter on her tongue. "To be violated. Maybe I... maybe I deserve it for being stupid enough to take that loan in the first place. For being too weak to protect myself. Maybe this is just... punishnt."

"Then leave your husband."

Hana’s head snapped up, eyes wide. "What?!"

"If it’s your fate to be violated anyway," Raven said, his tone casual but pointed, "why stay with a man who clearly can’t—or won’t—protect you?"

"I ’can’t’."

The words ca out fierce. Resolute. The only thing in this entire conversation she seed certain about.

"My daughter," Hana continued, her voice softening. "She’s... she’s working hard sowhere. Out there in the city, trying to make sothing of herself. And one day—maybe not soon, but ’one day’—she’ll co ho. She’ll walk through that door and I need to be there. I need to be ’ho’ waiting for her."

Raven studied her face—the naive hope shining through the tears, the desperate belief that soday things would get better.

And he knew.

She was fooling herself.

If her daughter had left ho a year ago to work as an artist in Prague, she wasn’t coming back. Not to a house drowning in debt with a useless father and a mother being harassed by loan sharks.

People didn’t co back to poverty. They ’ran’ from it as fast and as far as they could.

But he didn’t say that.

"What does your daughter do?" he asked instead.

Hana’s expression softened imdiately, a small, sad smile breaking through the tears like sunlight through storm clouds.

"She used to write stories when she was younger," she said, her voice taking on a wistful quality. "Fantasy things. Romance novels. She was always so creative, so full of imagination. She’d fill notebooks with these elaborate plots and characters..."

Her smile turned sadder.

"But she left ho about a year ago. Said she was going to be an artist. Said she couldn’t stay here anymore. I... I think she went sowhere in Prague. I don’t know exactly where. She doesn’t call much."

Raven’s eyebrow twitched involuntarily.

’An artist. In Prague. Who writes romance stories.’

His mind flashed to yesterday—to the webtoon artist’s apartnt, walls covered in R-18 drawings, the girl herself bent over her desk while he—

’No. No fucking way. That’s too much of a coincidence.’

But the universe had a sick sense of humor.

And as Raven looked at Hana—this naive, thick-bodied housewife with tears in her eyes and hope in her voice—he realized the universe might be laughing at him right now.

’Nope. It’s impossible. Can’t be.’

He pushed the thought aside.

Looking at how genuinely naive this woman was, how she actually believed her daughter would co back to this hellhole, Raven made a decision.

He reached out and gently took the shopping bag from her hands before she could protest.

"Co on," he said simply. "I’ll walk you ho."

"You don’t have to—"

"I know." He started walking in the direction she’d been heading. "But I’m going to anyway."

Hana stood there for a mont, frozen with indecision.

Then, slowly, she followed him.

They walked in silence for a while, their footsteps echoing through the empty streets of the residential district.

The night air was cold, biting through Hana’s thin cardigan and making her shiver. Street lamps cast pools of amber light every few ters, creating a rhythm of brightness and shadow as they moved.

Eventually, Hana spoke, her voice soft and reflective.

"The world is cruel, you know."